The Price Wasn't Right

At the end of each September

For as long as I remember

That curious old house appeared upon the hill

Eerie noises and strange light

Emanating every night

And not a breath of air, as all was still

Tales were told and rumours spread

That it was haunted by the dead

And daring souls approached it for the thrill

But by the end of each October

Eager faces were all sober

When the Haunted Mansion tallied up its bill